Chapter 27: The rare goods can be relied on (590 monthly tickets)

Yang Yuanqing turned his head and saw a giant with a ferocious face standing in the pavilion on the hillside. He was six feet six in height, with a big head as big as a bucket, and his eyes burst out. But what surprised Yang Yuanqing even more was that the man was holding a pair of bows and arrows in his hand. The moment he turned his head, the man suddenly pulled the bowstring, and a wolf-tooth arrow broke out and shot at him like lightning.

Although he was surprised, Yang Yuanqing had encountered this kind of emergency. He had been tempering many times. Just as the sound of the bowstring sounded, he rolled forward and turned over more than ten feet away. This person was very cunning. He did not shoot Yang Yuanqing directly. Knowing that Yang Yuanqing was rolling in front of the meeting, the arrow slightly moved forward. The arrow rubbed Yang Yuanqing's scalp tightly. With a "dot!", the wolf-tooth arrow was nailed to a willow tree, and the tail of the arrow trembled.

Then the second arrow roared again, and the arrow hit Yang Yuanqing's throat. At this time, Yang Yuanqing had already drawn his sword. He slashed the arrows in the air into two pieces. With the sword in his hand, he was no longer afraid of any cold arrows.

Yang Yuanqing was furious. He had already remembered that the evil man in the pavilion was one of the three personal guards of King Yang Hung of Qi.

He didn't ask much, and rushed to the hillside. His speed was fast, less than one meter away from the evil man, he used the sword as his sword, shouted coldly, and slashed the evil man's neck with a sword. The sword was sharp and suffocating.

The evil man was Yang Hing's personal guard Xue Ju. He came to trouble Yang Yuanqing by Yang Hing's order. It would be best if he could kill him. If he couldn't kill him, he would also teach him a lesson. However, Xue Ju wanted to try Yang Yuanqing's martial arts.

But to Xue Ju's surprise, Yang Yuanqing did not greet him at all, did not ask him who was, why the cold arrow shot, etc., there was no such thing as a sword, but it was a life-threatening death.

Yang Yuanqing's sword was too fierce. Xue Ju drew his sword to fight. The swords and swords hit each other. With a "crack", Xue Ju's horizontal sword was cut by two pieces by a long sword. The remaining sword had not yet disappeared, and the sharp blade still slashed towards his neck.

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The unexpected broken sword was shocked by Xue Ju's heart and gallbladder. Seeing that the blade had reached his neck, he roared, leaned back, and avoided Yang Yuanqing's fatal sword at a critical moment. A beard was cut off by the blade, and his fine beard exploded in the air and flew around.

Xue Ju's body was as big as a bear, but agile as a raccoon. At the same time, his body also jumped up and rolled in the air, and rolled out in an instant. Before he could land, Yang Yuanqing's sword tip had reached the back of his neck. He heard the sound of the wind stirring up by the sword. It was too late to hide. Xue Ju swung his cloak suddenly, and the black cloak slashed at the sword in Yang Yuanqing's hand like an extremely sharp knife. With a sound of "don!", the metal collision sounded, Yang Yuanqing's long sword was knocked away by his cloak. The cloak was slashed into two by the sword edge. The sword force stagnated, and Xue Ju was able to escape from death and flew two feet away in a row.

Xue raised the knife in his hand and he had no fighting spirit anymore. He ran for more than ten steps, "Good Kung Fu!" He shouted, jumped over a courtyard wall, and disappeared without a trace.

Yang Yuanqing did not chase him anymore. He also screamed when he shot himself an arrow just now. It was not too despicable. He looked at the half of the cloak on the ground. He felt something under the cloak. Yang Yuanqing turned the cloak with his sword, and then he found that there was six extremely sharp blades hidden on the hem of the cloak.

Obviously, this cloak is Xue Ju's secret weapon, just like a tiger tail cutter, which has been mastered by him and can hurt people at critical moments. He will not use it until he has to. Yang Yuanqing's sword just now exposed the secret of the cloak, but also saved his life at the same time.

Yang Yuanqing looked down at the Panying Sword given to him by Yang Guang. He discovered for the first time that this sword was actually cut into iron like mud. No wonder it could become one of Yang Jian's nine swords.

Yang Yuanqing's heart was filled with sneer. He thought Yang Hing was a clever person and used some power to kill him. Unexpectedly, he finally used despicable means to deal with him with assassination, which shows that this person is really a paper tiger. He seems majestic and dare not offend him, but in fact, he has no way to deal with him.

A assassination allowed Yang Yuanqing to see through Yang Ming's soft nature. At this time, many people's footsteps came from afar. Yang Yuanqing inserted his sword into the scabbard and quickly left from the other side of the hillside.

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When Yang Yuanqing returned to the front yard, the gate of the hall was still not open, but most of the guests arrived. Seeing that the birthday party was about to come, the guests did not go far away, but gathered around the hall, gathered in groups of three or five, and gathered together to chat, making the surroundings of the main hall more lively.

"You are Yang Yuanqing!"

As soon as Yang Yuanqing walked out of a garden, a middle-aged man called him. Yang Yuanqing saw that he was only 40 or 50 years old, with a fairy-like appearance, a kind smile, and a very fascinating demeanor, which made people feel fond of him.

Yang Yuanqing bowed and gave a bow, "I am Yang Yuanqing, may I ask the old man...?"

"I'm Pei Ju, you should know!"

It turned out that this person was Pei Ju, the head of the Pei family. Yang Yuanqing quickly gave a deep tribute, "I heard the name of Pei Envoy for a long time, and I have been rude to you."

"You don't have to underestimate yourself. In fact, you are not bad. Others don't know the achievements you have made, but I know very well that if you are not young, you can be named Duke of the State, you are personally told by the Emperor."

Pei Ju is very good at speaking. He has a good reputation and is very reasonable and can touch people's hearts and make people feel happy. He is very willing to talk to him and attracts people as soon as he opens his mouth.

Yang Yuanqing was also very comfortable to hear, but he had to express his modesty, "Shame, I have been awarded the merits of the younger generation for a few years."

Pei Ju slowly walked towards an uninhabited open space, saying as he walked, "Two days ago, my two granddaughters encountered an embarrassing incident. Thanks to General Yang's rescue, I always wanted to come to thank him. However, the state and family affairs were busy, and I had not been able to do it. I could only thank General Yang now."

Pei Ju is just talking. Of course, he would not come to thank Yang Yuanqing for such a trivial matter, but even saying this will make people feel comfortable, especially with Pei Ju's identity. His willingness to say this is also a low attitude.

"I'm too humble. Yuan Qing was just a simple task and it was not worth mentioning."

"Haha! I will have someone send the money to the mansion tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."

After pausing, Pei Ju changed the topic and said, "There is one more thing, I want to remind my nephew."

Before he knew it, Pei Ju's name was changing step by step. He first called him Yang Yuanqing, then called him General Yang, and now he became a virtuous nephew. This is how Pei Ju is powerful. He will get close to others without realizing it, making people feel that he is sincere and reliable.

Since Pei Ju called him a virtuous nephew, Yang Yuanqing couldn't call him an envoy anymore, so he hurriedly said, "Please make clear what Uncle Shi said."

"I want to say that the fact that my nephew showed his sword at the mansion just now was actually a bit reckless. I'm very worried that this matter might be taken advantage of by someone who is interested."

Yang Yuanqing pondered for a moment, then asked, "How to use it? Can you please tell me about it in detail?"

Pei Ju stroked his beard and smiled and said, "Actually, your style is very strong and you don't give in. I know that your style is developed in the frontier. Perhaps it is very suitable for the frontier, but this is the capital. In the capital, the deepest thing is not Qujiangchi, but the hearts of the people. As far as I know, the emperor has never given a sword to others, including when he was the crown prince or the king of Jin, but you were the first time. And this first time, do you know how many people will jealousy? The wise nephew is so terrifying!"

Yang Yuanqing nodded silently. He admitted that Pei Ju made a point, but he was a little impulsive when doing things, and did not consider so many consequences.

Pei Ju patted his arm lightly again and said earnestly: "But you are a young man, especially a young soldier. Passionate and impulse should be your characteristic. I don't want you to be as old as me, so don't regret the sword-drawing, just be careful of something."

"Please give me advice!"

Pei Ju smiled again and said, "I only mention two points. You have to remember. First of all, there are the origin of this sword. There will definitely be many people trying every means to inquire about your words. You can't say it. If you say it, you will annoy the Lord. Secondly, don't use this sword until it is critical. It represents the will of the Lord to some extent and has a great impact. Once you abuse it, it will affect the reputation of the Lord and will be guilty of deceiving the king. Do you understand?"

Jiang is still old, and Pei Ju's two advices rang in Yang Yuanqing's heart like two alarm bells, making him deeply grateful to Pei Ju. He gave a deep tribute, "Yuan Qing remembers Uncle Shi's golden and jade words in his heart."

"fine."

Pei Ju waved his hand and smiled, "The day after tomorrow, there is also a small family banquet in my husband's mansion. General Changsun will come, so let's come! Everyone gets together, I'm very interested in the situation in the border."

Yang Yuanqing hesitated for a moment, what did he do when Peijiajia Banquet? But when he heard that Changsun Sheng was also there, he happily agreed, "Yuan Qing must go."

"The palace gate is open, and you probably are thirsty, so you can go to the bar first!"

Yang Yuanqing bowed again, turned around and left. Pei Ju stroked his beard and looked at his back, with a meaningful smile in his eyes. A young man who could be given a sword to him was worth his money anyway.

Pei Ju has eyes that are sharper than businessmen and a smarter mind than businessmen. He had already inquired about Changsun Sheng and knew that Yang Yuanqing was Xuangan's concubine son. Since Yang Yuanqing was dressed so shabby and single, he knew that Yang Yuanqing was not valued by the Yang Mansion, but this person who was not valued by the Yang Mansion had the Panying Sword of the Supreme. How strange this was, Pei Ju immediately discovered that Yang Yuanqing was definitely a rare item.

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The hall gate has been opened, and guests poured into three halls from all directions. Since there were thousands of guests, one hall could not sit down, so it was divided into three halls, which were divided from the first hall to the second hall according to the official position and title level.

Although Yang Yuanqing was a fourth-rank officer, the army's rank was lower than that of civil servants. Generally, fourth-rank officers were equivalent to fifth-rank civil servants. However, Yang Yuanqing was granted the county viscount, which made him slightly higher than ordinary officers, and he was also assigned to the First Hall.

The hall is magnificent, with giant trees supporting the wide dome, the giant trees are painted in vermilion red, and the dragons and phoenixes are carved and painted, which are extremely exquisite. In the middle of the hall is a walking area about five meters wide for singing, dancing and performing hundreds of operas. There are single beds on both sides. From ancient times to the present, banquets have been divided into separate meals, with tableware for each person. Only after the middle of the Tang Dynasty, high-foot seats appearing, then gradually the combination food system begins to appear.

Teams of palace maids in the hall were carrying food trays and shuttled back and forth between the beds. Dozens of eunuchs were leading the seats for the ministers. The seats were seated by number, usually the male guest on the left and female guest on the right. Yang Yuanqing's seat was extremely easy to find. As soon as he entered the door, he saw it. There were 536 seats in total. He was 534, and he was close to the door. In other words, he was the second last position in the first hall.

The ministers who found the seat sat down to rest one after another. Many ministers waited outside for nearly two hours, and their mouths were dry and their legs were sore. As soon as they sat down, they poured themselves a cup of tea and drank it dry in one breath. Yang Yuanqing also sat down. His seat was pretty good. Although he was close to the gate, there was a big pillar behind him, so he could lean on it.

There were five or six tableware on the table, carved silver chopsticks with patterns, a four-curved silver plate with Pisces pattern, a high-quality Yue Kiln celadon crabapple-style bowl and Changsha Kiln yellow green brown bird-style bowl, a thin-neck, long-beared silver wine pot brought by a merchant from the Western Regions, and two Xing Kiln white porcelain wine glasses. In the Sui Dynasty, there was always the saying that "Xing porcelain is like snow, Yue porcelain is like ice".

Although the tableware was exquisite, Yang Yuanqing was more concerned about the wine in the wine pot at this moment. He picked up the wine pot and filled the wine glass with a glass of wine. It was as red as blood. It was indeed a top-quality Pujiao wine, which made him very happy.

He drank the wine in the glass in one go, which was cool and sweet, and the aftertaste was long. The minister beside him even narrowed his eyes.

At this time, someone patted his shoulder from behind. When Yang Yuanqing turned around, he saw that it was Yu Qingsi, the leader of the King of Jin.

"Your Highness is looking for you, please come with me!"

Yang Yuanqing didn't know what the King of Jin was asking him for, but he had no time to think about it, so he got up and followed Yu Qingsi and walked out of the hall. The halls seemed to be close together, but in fact the distance was very far, and it was not a straight road, with winding and winding in the middle and numerous courtyards.

They walked about a stick of incense before they walked around the other end of the Left Second Hall and walked into a gate, which was a place for the royal relatives to rest, but they were usually in the main hall. Just because Yang Zhao met Yang Yuanqing with a little secret, he placed it in the Second Hall.

Yang Yuanqing followed Yu Qingsi to a house, and several eunuchs stood at the door. After a moment, an eunuch came out and said to Yang Yuanqing: "Please, General Yang!"

Yang Yuanqing walked into the room and saw Yang Zhao leaning against a couch. He was not very good in complexion and was in a low spirit.

"See Your Highness with a humble position!"

Yang Yuanqing bowed, and then he asked with concern: "Is Your Highness sick?"

Yang Zhao smiled bitterly and said, "Don't care about me first, let's talk about you first. Your affairs are more serious than mine. I'll ask you, when did you offend my mother?"

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Chapter completed!